Mesa, dear friend, the powerful and tender images of you singing out “Tears from Heaven” and so much ache and wonder. Gentle care with your tender heart. You are fierce and rooted like the Redwoods on sacred ground. The center of you anchored in Love. ♥️🌳
Hey sweet girl. Thank you for your honesty and courage and vulnerability. If and when you are ready to hug a redwood tree (s) , I promise to walk beside you and not say a thing. Sending you the BIGGEST love today and always.
I love this image of young you belting out "Tears in Heaven." There's a beautiful irony and appropriateness to it, given the story as a whole. Love your writing. ❤️
This is so tender. Thank you for sharing. I hope you can make that trip, take your book, and beneath the towering trees, tell your dad all about the stories you let fall out. Love to you on this complicated day 💙
This is gorgeously and heartfully written - thank you!
"The truth about grief is it never goes away. Ever. It just becomes less. Mostly it rides around with you like a specter and pokes it's head out at inconvenient times. And you’re left to put on the brave face and confront it, which sometimes brings its own peace." - yes!
Definitely felt some emotions reading this. Addiction is so hard and lots of times, people trapped in it are good hearted souls who are just searching for the light. My grandfather sounds similar to your father, I wish I knew him more, but his addictions got the best of him and he passed when I was 7. I’d drain my bank account just to have a dinner with him now. I know you’d do tue same for your dad. Thanks for your vulnerability, keep shining, keep writing ✍️
Thank you, Nick. I would absolutely do the same to talk to my mom and dad again.. Really I'd give anything to wipe addiction off the face of the earth and bring back the lost souls that suffer(ed). Thank you for being here and sharing with me :)
Oh Mesa, you suffered so much loss at such an early age. You are so brave and generous to share stories about both your parents. You wrote your father was a mystery, and since you are part of him, a part of yourself is also a mystery - that hit hard. As adults we understand our parents were people too, with their own problems that had nothing to do with us, but as kids we thought it was our fault. Holding that rational understanding with the pain of childhood magical thinking is a mind f*ck. You are so loved Mesa, including the mysterious parts. The loss of what could have been is potent. Holding you gently friend. XO Amy❤️
Mesa, with the courage and grace you show here, I imagine you’ll see the redwoods soon. Thinking of you on this complicated day.
Thank you so much Monika <3
Thank you for sharing your beautiful, complicated Dad with us, Mesa. These stories are so raw and honest- it's an honor to be trusted with them. ❤️🩹
Thank you Kendall <3
Mesa, dear friend, the powerful and tender images of you singing out “Tears from Heaven” and so much ache and wonder. Gentle care with your tender heart. You are fierce and rooted like the Redwoods on sacred ground. The center of you anchored in Love. ♥️🌳
Thank you! Love you <3
Love ya!💛
Hey sweet girl. Thank you for your honesty and courage and vulnerability. If and when you are ready to hug a redwood tree (s) , I promise to walk beside you and not say a thing. Sending you the BIGGEST love today and always.
😭✨🤍 sweetest, dearest Mesa K.
I am so sorry.
Thank you for taking us with you down memory lane with your Papa.
You deserved and still deserve that trip to the Redwoods. 🌲 He will be with you when you make it there.
Thank you, K! I know he will be too. Love you much my friend ❤️❤️
I love this image of young you belting out "Tears in Heaven." There's a beautiful irony and appropriateness to it, given the story as a whole. Love your writing. ❤️
Thank you, Bonnie ❤️❤️ I still belt it out whenever I hear it ❤️❤️😭
This is so tender. Thank you for sharing. I hope you can make that trip, take your book, and beneath the towering trees, tell your dad all about the stories you let fall out. Love to you on this complicated day 💙
Thank you, Shelby 💜 I can’t wait to do the trip and I can't wait to finish the book. 😭❤️
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This is gorgeously and heartfully written - thank you!
"The truth about grief is it never goes away. Ever. It just becomes less. Mostly it rides around with you like a specter and pokes it's head out at inconvenient times. And you’re left to put on the brave face and confront it, which sometimes brings its own peace." - yes!
Thank you Angela ❤️❤️
Definitely felt some emotions reading this. Addiction is so hard and lots of times, people trapped in it are good hearted souls who are just searching for the light. My grandfather sounds similar to your father, I wish I knew him more, but his addictions got the best of him and he passed when I was 7. I’d drain my bank account just to have a dinner with him now. I know you’d do tue same for your dad. Thanks for your vulnerability, keep shining, keep writing ✍️
Thank you, Nick. I would absolutely do the same to talk to my mom and dad again.. Really I'd give anything to wipe addiction off the face of the earth and bring back the lost souls that suffer(ed). Thank you for being here and sharing with me :)
Found your writing today and it sure speaks to my heart. Your reflections are beautiful. Thanks for having the courage to write them.
Hi Lynn!! Thank you so much :) and thanks for being here <3
A beautiful reminiscence, Mesa. Love to you. 💕😘
"Mostly I miss what might have been." I feel this in my bones, Mesa. Sending you so much love. XO
Love you right back! Xoxo
Thank you for sharing this tender part of you sweet Mesa.
Thanks Tori <3
Thank you for sharing your I'm so sorry for your loss of your father
Thanks Jane! <3
Oh Mesa, you suffered so much loss at such an early age. You are so brave and generous to share stories about both your parents. You wrote your father was a mystery, and since you are part of him, a part of yourself is also a mystery - that hit hard. As adults we understand our parents were people too, with their own problems that had nothing to do with us, but as kids we thought it was our fault. Holding that rational understanding with the pain of childhood magical thinking is a mind f*ck. You are so loved Mesa, including the mysterious parts. The loss of what could have been is potent. Holding you gently friend. XO Amy❤️
Thank you my friend. Slowly unraveling the mysteries❤️❤️ appreciate you being here and love you! Xoxo